Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Slovakia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark to the disco kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Arcadia,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Tears for Fears,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Average White Band,
Television,
Cluster,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Slits,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
the Normal,
Blancmange,
Siglo XX,
Dennis Brown,
Man Eating Sloth,
Rosa Yemen,
Gerry Rafferty,
Anakelly,
the Soft Cell,
Lyres,
Dark Day,
Spandau Ballet,
Cameo,
Absolute Body Control,
Byron Stingily,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Deadbeat,
The Saints,
Roxette,
the Germs,
Erasure,
R.M.O.,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Michelle Simonal,
The Music Machine,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Eddi Front,
Kaleidoscope,
Sarah Menescal,
The Gories,
The Offenders,
Roxy Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Motorama,
The Knickerbockers,
Joey Negro,
Smog,
Oblivians,
Magma,
The Cowsills,
L. Decosne,
Maurizio,
John Lydon,
World's Most,
Rhythm & Sound,
the Slits, the Slits, the Slits, the Slits.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.